Pudu Cihang

In the resting area, Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo seated at the very back of the Holy Spirit Sect team, rose to his feet with a grim expression. His lips moved toward the Waiting Area, though no one knew what he was saying.

In the Waiting Area, Tang Ya, seated in the foremost position, turned to look toward the Scorpion Tiger Douluo and gave him a slight nod.

At Tang Ya's signal, another team member stood up and flashed onto the Competition Platform.

The man was very tall, well over two meters, yet extremely thin, like a bamboo pole. The black robe hanging from his body looked like a tattered sack.

His movements were clearly somewhat stiff, and he was not fast as he walked step by step toward the center of the Competition Platform. His knees seemed incapable of bending.

"Referee, I concede." The moment Naraku saw this contestant, a strange glint appeared in his eyes. Then, under Nan Fusheng's control, he raised his hand and conceded without hesitation.

A flicker of surprise crossed Unbroken Douluo's face at this sudden declaration, but he still announced loudly, "Third match of the Individual Elimination Tournament: the Witch Cult concedes. Victory goes to the Holy Spirit Sect."

Nan Fusheng pondered inwardly. The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Dueling Tournament was, after all, a grand event that drew tremendous attention. If Evil Soul Masters were allowed to slaughter each other, it would truly tarnish the tournament's reputation.

Though he did not hold much respect for the tournament in his heart, for certain reasons, he still decided to replace Naraku.

"Pudu Cihang, you're up." Under Nan Fusheng's mental control, another person emerged from the Witch Cult's Waiting Area.

"Huh?"

In the stands, many Audience members voiced puzzled cries upon seeing this person